Words Of An Opressed Soul
You came here in search of a dream.
I came here with no hope, or so it would seem.
You came here looking for money.
You brought me with you because I looked funny.
Your seed is born into opportunity.
My seed is born into hate and tortured by scrutiny.
You have no idea what it is like to walk in my shoes.
Everyday I wake up it's as if you want me to lose.